A's POV

OK so list of what's going on, my date is flirting with someone else, but I don't care because I don't like him and anyway I look like a guy so I can't claim that he's my boyfriend because the barista goes to our school and knows for a fact that he is not gay. Damn!

"Hey, Carter don't you think your girlfriend will be pissed if she sees you flirting with someone else?"

He spins around and the look of sheer terror on his face is priceless.

"A! what are you doing here?"

"You said to meet you at the café after school. This is the café and it's after school did you not mean today?" I ask knowing full well that he knows why I'm here.

"Yeah, sorry, I forgot for a second. You got the math homework?" so he's going to push this off as doing homework together.

"Yeah, sure your not to busy," I say the same thing to my guy friends when I find them flirting with a girl.

"No it's fine. What do you want to drink?"

I grin slyly, he's going to get me a drink, like a real date and pretend we're here to work, "Hot Chocolate if you don't mind," he nods and I go to get a table.

The table I get is small, meant for a couple.

"Boo!" I hear whispered in my ear.

"What the hell Carter!" I hiss, "The girl at the bar thinks I'm a guy," He just set's our drinks on the table and sits down across from me. "So do you have your homework?"

"Of course I have my homework, but I'm done with it,"

"Thats OK. Could you help me?" I'm not that great at math, It's a bit embarrassing, I'm friends with straight-A students but I've never gotten anything above a B in my life.

"Sure," he looks way to happy , and goes to stand behind me so he an get a better look at the work I've done so far.

My handwriting is almost illegible but he nods and starts pointing out my mistakes. Mostly he says that I've made calculation errors and I know the material.

We spent almost two hours doing homework at that café, now I'm lying on my bed starring at the celling. Paul and my mom are out on a date, they still go on dates a lot even tough their married, I guess they gust wanted to get away form the moody sixteen year old they live with. I don't blame them, If I could I'd get away from me too.

After about half an hour I hear knocking at the door.

I open it and I'm tackled, pushed down on the couch, and I yelp. After I figure out what happened I shake the hair out of my eyes and look at the multi-colored ones in front of me. "Piper I what the hell? How did you tackle me, you're not that strong even if you caught me by surprise,"

"You scream like a girl," I hear a guy say from behind me.

I turn, great, I think, I was tackled by Jason Grace, this is embarrassing. "I really do hope so," I mutter.

"What was that?" he asks.

"What is he doing here?" I ask ignoring his question.

"I thought that was obvious, he's here to help me ambush you and interrogate you about your date," she laughs.

"What! You told him about that?" I say appalled, "Wait. How did you find out? I didn't even tell Annabeth,"

"Walt Stone,"

"How did he know?"

"He's dating Sadie," I groan, just what I need someone who can tell my friends about every thing I do with Carter, "Why didn't you tell me that he kissed you?"

Jason clears his throat, "And who is it exactly that A having a date with them is so strange? He's kissed half the school,"

Piper looks at me, she didn't tell him, he just jumped on a chance to tackle me. I grin I want to see his face when he hears who it is. I turn around to get a better look at his face, "Carter Kane," I say mater-of-facially.

His jaw drops and his eyes are as big a saucers, I was right, the look is pretty good.

"But he's straight," he says like that matters, I've dated straight guys.

"Very observant of you, why wouldn't he be straight?"

"Cause you're a guy!" Piper is rolling around on the floor laughing.

"Well Jason we could handle this one of two ways; one you take my word on what I'm going to tell you, or I could take my shirt off, your choice,"

"What would taking off your shirt prove?"

"That I'm a girl," again his face looks shocked and disbelieving.

"Your not a girl, your on the boys soccer team and the basketball team,"

"You asked for it," I get up off the couch and start to take off my shirt.

"Wait, I believe you, please don't take your shirt off,"

I laugh and sit down, "Well now that you know anything to say?"

"Yeah, how many of the people that you've gone out with know?"

I think for a minute, "One,"

"Only Carter?"
"What makes you think Carter knows, and I wasn't counting him anyways,"

"Why aren't you counting him?" Piper asks from he seat on the floor.

"Because were trying to get the other person to fall for us, it's a competition to see who's better,"

"Better at what?"

"Getting girls. Or guys in my case,"

"OK then," Jason says, "Who knew?"

"Annabeth,"

If he had been drinking something he would have spit it out all over me and Piper. We both fall over laughing.

Carter's POV

Today was great, I got to spent two hours with A. I walk into my apartment and the smile that had be on my face melts away.

On the couch is a man in a tan suit with matching glasses and a pork pie hat. In other words it's my uncle, the last time I saw him was last year when we moved out of the mansion he has in Brooklyn, he doesn't even live there but after my dad died he got into a custody battle with our grandparents in england and got my sister who had been living in London for six years sense our mom died when she was six.

"Amos, what are you doing here?"

"Can I come to see my brothers children, on occasion?"

"You can't come over unannounced, and you can't just let your self in!"

"Well the people at the desk said you came in with another guy, seemed like you might be busy for a while,"

"No we were hanging out after school and I was helping him with some homework, but we were coming home and he lives in the building, thinking that I might be busy is not a good reason to come in without one of us knowing,"

"Your minors, I'm the one who owns the apartment, I can come in when I like," now you see why we moved.

"Whatever, why are you here?"

"I'm here to talk about getting you a job with the company, you could make some money and you could put it on collage applications,"

"I don't want to work at your company," I say trying to contain my anger.

"You father would have wanted-"

"Dad hated your company! He died running away from you, he would have been in some museum not at that dig! He wouldn't haven't been caught in that cave in, if you hadn't been pressuring him he wouldn't have been running away!" I get really close and I probably look like I'm going to hit him, "It's your fault he's dead!" Behind me I hear keys drop and I see Sadie looking shocked, I told her I wouldn't lose control of my temper again, I broke her arm when we were kids and she was scared that I might hurt someone again.

She didn't say any thing she just run out of the room.

"Sadie I'm sorry!" and I run after her.